Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Franke,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.